She was so turned on that her pussy was already completely soaked, throbbing and feeling that it was almost vibrating with lust. She loved nights like this, when she'd got things to go a little wild and kinky and very horny/fantasy/playful. Nothing wrong with a bit of slash hey? Tonight was sort of part of her warm up plan for the weekend, part of the entice...
It was a nice weekend, but we were happy to get back to a regular, mundane routine of plain vanilla sex again for a few weeks. Tina called to tell me she bought a strap-on dildo and had used it a couple of times to peg Keith. He loved it. I knew he would, he was the type of man who needed a woman to take charge of him. I was glad I made her buy it. A break...
Pt3: Resurgent Star Part 3 of 5. Back to the usual interview/flashback style. * Interviewer: With the successful release of 'More Dirty Work' I'm at the home of Karen Carragher and Dave Gerrard to discuss the difficult path to making what has turned out to be an astonishingly successful sequel. It started with the announcement of the film that re-united...
When Flynn left the attic room and made his way down the narrow staircase, there had been nothing on his mind beyond the bathroom. The irritations of the evening had left him. He'd done what he said he'd do. Cooked the meal, for which he was being well paid, and first thing in the morning he would be back in his car and heading for home. No point brooding on...
The gaunt, auburn-haired girl easily stood out in the small seaside village of Drumliffey, almost at the tip of the Irish mainland's southernmost point. She kept her head bent while she walked along the street, as though she was looking for something but wanted to pretend she wasn't. Everyone recognised her as a city girl. Only Dublin girls wore powder blue...
It was a perfect situation, my apartment complex was being rewired and painted during the same two weeks that my friend Steve and his wife Holly were going on vacation so they let me "house sit" for them. Basically they were letting me stay at their place while mine was being worked on, but I would be taking care of their three dogs so they didn't have to w...
Intense darkness surrounds me offering no safety from my nakedness. A chill wind scrapes it's nails across my skin, a reminder this is not a dream. Don't know how long I've been lost and wandering this way. Seems like it should have been morning hours ago. This night is never-ending. I'm looking for something, but don't know what. Mind is in such a fog. Eac...
Chapter 1: The craving Greta moved ponderously around the small home she shared with Hans, her merchant husband, one hand frequently coming to rest upon her swollen belly as she did her best to perform her daily tasks, despite her particularly gravid state. Even with the difficulties, a smile kept forming on her lips as she tidied and dusted. It had been te...
Author's Comment; This is my first submission to Literotica; A story I wrote several years before. All characters and situations depicted are purely fictional. I never realised how quiet a hotel room could be. Sure, there's the occasional muted thump, or perhaps the flush of a nearby toilet, but in the main, it's very quiet; the sort of quiet where you...
As I remember the night that I met her, I still tremble with excitement. She had etched herself into my memory forever. The night was just cool enough to wear the coat. A nice fur, mink I think, it was soft to the touch. I remember it well. I will never forget. I had been in that restaurant for almost 3 hours and while every one of my clients was enjoying...